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The Edge of Reason

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

Copyright – Sandra Crook

“Your hands are cold.” you said on a misty morning, blowing a warm breath over my frozen fingers.“Come back to me.” I whispered to you, as your kiss melted the ice around my heart.

Summer came and you left me with only a promise of years filled with solitude. We traded our love for war trenches, flowers on your dress replaced by blossoming wounds.

Years later, I met you on our bridge, recognizing every invisible scar.“Your hands are cold.” I whispered, as my tears fell upon the hands of a stranger.

Actually, the image reminded me of a last scene from a 2005. Pride and Prejudice and the words “Your hands are cold” came to mind. After that, the story went it’s own way and the music from Edge of Tomorrow was an afterthought. If you like this piece, you might like Oblivion soundtrack, excellent music. Too bad both movies didn’t meet my expectations.
Thank you, Doug.

Loré, this story really captures that sense of loss, in a love that turns… and then is revisited. The years of remembering, and missing. Really well done. A friend shared this song with me the other day. I love Fleetwood Mac, but had not heard this one. I’ve listened many times since. It goes well with your touching story. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pqnoln_aGcQ